Bye Bye

It's raining hard outside. The surface of the umbrella crackled.

Ziobac held an umbrella, squatting on the water-drenched grass, stretched his hands into the grass, and scratched carelessly.

"I just saw it when I threw it away, isn't it here, why is it gone?"

Zizania's scalp is about to burst into sparks and weeds, so don't get **** at this time, he looks around, the hotel is very secluded, there are no cats and wild dogs around.

That's still in the grass.

Zizania expands its range and picks up the grass carefully.

When Qi Yiluo came over, the young man was squatting in the grass with his back facing him, with one arm sticking out of the umbrella, dripping wet. On his phalanges, there were traces of cool water winding down from his fingertips, kissing the green grass and yellow mud.

Pale skin, blue blood vessels, summer rain, green grass, the combination of several colors makes it weak and vivid.

The young man was swearing and complaining about something. The umbrella was not properly opened, and a lot of water from the umbrella splashed on his back, soaking the gray-blue cloth, exposing his fragile spine, and the softness waistline.

The linen trousers on the buttocks were wet.

The round lines bend the grass.

Ziobai was struggling to find the key, but he didn't hear footsteps, and the umbrella was pulled, and he realized that someone was behind him.

If Zhang Zhen was behind him, he would have already pulled him up, or squatted in front of him, and he would not be so patient, waiting for him to take the initiative to explain the reason for his departure.

The visitor is not Zhang Zhen, it is...

It's over. Ziao Bai grabbed the handle of the umbrella and turned her head back, looking out, moving from bottom to top.

He met the drenched man standing in the rain.

Ziobai subconsciously stood up, and gave him half of the umbrella: "Third Brother, why did you come out?"

Qi Yiluo stroked the dripping hair on his forehead: "Looking for you."

Ziobai was looking at the drop of water between his deep brows, watching it slide over his straight bridge of nose, slide down twistingly, and land on the small cinnabar mole on his side.

And leave it at that.

A posture of wanting to buy a house there and live a lifetime.

Zibai stretched out his hand, brushed his little finger over Qi Yiliao's small cinnabar mole, and wiped away the water drop, he came back to his senses, and closed his eyes with one hand.

It perfectly interprets what it means to have a guilty conscience, to say nothing, and to be ashamed to see others.

There was a smile in Qi Yiliao's voice: "What?"

"There are mosquitoes." Zia Bai put down his hand calmly, "Why didn't you open an umbrella?"

Qi Yiluo flexed his fingers and flicked the ribs: "Don't you have one?"

Zizania: "..."

I have an umbrella is mine, what does it have to do with you.

"What are you looking for here?" Qi Yiliao asked him warmly as he stood under his umbrella.

Zibai's face twisted, he didn't answer and asked instead: "Where's the people from your mother's side?"

"Azhen, watch." Qi Yiliao took his umbrella, raised it higher, and looked down at him, "Xiaobai, it's your turn."

The subtext is, it's your turn to answer the question, uncle is waiting.

Zizania glanced at the cat.

The cat squinted its golden eyes and wagged its tail from time to time, as if watching him laugh.

Ziao Bai's face became dry: "I'm looking for the key." He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and flipped the key fob, "It's yours."

You have to ask knowingly, you are satisfied, I admit it.

Qi Yiliao said "um", and asked again: "Why is the key here?"

Ziao Bai lowered his head, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "When I was watching the rain by the window, the keychain scratched the window, and the key accidentally fell."

A hand pinched his face, causing him to raise his head, and there was a woody shadow in front of him.

Qi Yiluo leaned over to look over, the rainwater from his chin dripped onto his Adam's apple, as he made the movement of swallowing smoke, his throat rolled, and the water on it tremblingly buried into the collar of his shirt.

The scent of watery grass mixed with the fleshy smell of a mature man penetrated into Zizania's breath. He took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and lifted his eyelids, and bumped into a pair of eyes that were much darker than the sky, but he could still see himself.

Looking at each other, Jiao Bai suddenly realized that the old pervert knew everything, and he was waiting for his trick. Do it, let me be honest, take the initiative, everything is as you wish.

"I did it on purpose." Zizania threw out a few words from his mouth.

"Oh?" Qi Yiliao took time off.

"I thought the elf you bought was to be used in my place." Ziao Bai shrugged, "I got angry and threw the key away, that's all."

Qi Yiluo's **** pinching his face slid down, rubbing his chin: "Can't uncle use someone else?"

Zizania observed the cat's reaction.

The cat still looks noble and glamorous, but its tail wags so **** happily.

So Zibai laughed: "How should I put it, I just don't like the feeling of being pushed over by others."

Qi Yiliao was silent for a moment, with a dark tone: "Reading and chanting scriptures ten times, deserting nine times, punishing copying is also a random thought, I don't know how to complain in my heart, I don't know, Xiaobai wants to give me a long-term job."

Zizania: "..."

Do you still have the nerve to mention, am I called a part-time job? I am selfless dedication. Others pay by the minute, what about me? I have worked hard for half a year, and I don't get a penny!

"What others have, you don't have." Qi Yiluo scratched the soft flesh under his chin, and smiled lightly, "You have what others can't get, you have to be content, huh?"

Zizania was speechless.

The next moment, he heard Qi Yiluo say, "I'm not an employer, you're not an employee, and we're not dealing with money."

Ziao Bai swallowed, that's right, he and the old pervert have another deal, he reads, and the other party gives him activity.

The problem is, you give it!

Ziobai took two steps back, freed from the hand on his chin, but he didn't get caught in the rain, he was pulled back under the umbrella before he was about to take it out.

"What are you running for?" Qi Yiliao reached behind him and clasped the back of his neck, "Where's the key? Didn't find it?"

The clothes behind Zizania got wet a lot while he was looking for the keys, and the fabric was tight against his skin, he shuddered: "Then what, third brother, let me call 119 for you."

Qi Yiluo nodded: "Then? You want uncle to take out the cage and show it to the fire department?"

Ziobai didn't dare to imagine the scene, so he could only think of another trick: "Then let Zhang Zhen break it for you. It's metal, it's welded on, he has great strength and can break it."

Qi Yilian's lips were still curled up, and he said that other people's affairs were normal, and he explained in a leisurely manner: "One, he doesn't know about it. Two, if you break it forcibly, uncle will get hurt."

"Ah."

Qi Yiliao whispered in the young man's ear, "Xiaobai, do you want your uncle to die of pain?"

"..." Zia Bai looked like shit, "I've already lost the key, and I can't find it, so what do you think I should do?"

"You did something wrong, and you're still so reckless, you're quite courageous." Qi Yiluo shook his head, turned him to the side, resting his wet chin on the top of his soft hair, "Where did you throw the key?"

"That's it." Zizania pointed out to him, "I've searched all over."

Qi Yiliao held the umbrella in one hand, and fished back the young man's hand that was still out of the umbrella with the other: "Are you sure you've searched it all?"

"Sure, sure, and..."

Before Ziobai finished speaking swearingly, Qi Yiliao's voice came from above his head. The two words contained the majesty in the bones of a superior, and more of an innate gentleman's demeanor.

"Lift up." Qi Yiliao said.

When Ziobai heard Qi Yiliao asked him to do this, he guessed something, and he quickly raised his left foot to check.

No.

For the right foot.

He inhaled, and his face seemed to be covered with a dirty paint tray, the colors were chaotic and wonderful.

The small key he had been looking for for a long time was embedded in the anti-slip grid on the sole of his right shoe.

It's really grass.

When Ziobai was lying all over his face, the umbrella handle was stuffed in his hand, and a slender figure appeared in his downward vision.

Squat down in front of him and hold his right ankle.

Qi Yiliao rescued the small key from the sole of the young man's shoe, but threw it in the grass. He raised his handsome eyebrows and said, "I lost it by myself, I picked it up by myself."

Zibai bent over to pick up the key with a sullen face, and casually wiped the muddy water on his trousers.

There was a warm breath sticking to the pinna of his ear, brushing over the small fluff on his ear, he stopped putting the key back on the keychain, and froze.

Qi Yiliao closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his lips together as if there was nothing there. He spoke slowly, and his voice was deep and magnetic, "Don't dare to throw it next time."

Zizania held its breath.

A nasal smile came into his ears, panting out three words, "Slap the palm of your hand."

Zizania: "..."

Just hit the palm of the hand, what are you doing so erotic? ? ?

Zia Bai came back to his senses, and under his umbrella, he caught up with Qi Yiliao who walked into the rain alone. The two didn't communicate any more, they just held an umbrella and went back to the hotel room side by side.

When Zhang Zhen saw them, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. He hurriedly handed the elf to the third brother, and dragged his brother to complain.

Zibazania learned a few pieces of information from Zhang Zhenkou.

The elf can't speak. His actual age may be more than twenty-five years old, his physical characteristics were suppressed and destroyed by drugs, and he was forced to "transform" into a small, soft and tolerant pet. The intelligence is not high, like the beasts at the bottom of the food chain on the grassland, they only want to please.

Moreover, he is male and female.

The last point had a big impact on Ziabab, he couldn't look at the elf in the right way.

The elf was randomly named by Zhang Zhen, Xiaoling.

Perhaps because half of Qi Yiliao's blood belonged to his mother, coupled with his strong aura, Xiao Ling would get close and submit, and he clings to Qi Yiliao very tightly. As long as I don't see each other for a while, I start crying. Fairies wept, and mortals were heartbroken.

When Qi Yiliao was working, the elf squatted under the table, trying to rub his face against Qi Yiliao's legs.

Zibazania didn't come over, he was watching TV on the sofa, holding a big bag of tomato-flavored potato chips, his teeth crackling.

Zhang Zhen was originally recuperating in the room, but he couldn't let go of his heart, so he came out, sat next to Jiaobai, glanced at the study room with the open door, and shouted: "Third Brother, Xiao Ling is your relative?"

Qi Yiliao's voice came from the study: "No."

Zhang Zhen asked the next question in his heart, is he going to be my sister-in-law?

Xiaoling has a good voice, can't speak, and is not a relative, but the third brother still keeps someone by his side.

The third brother really has many strange things that he has never seen before in the matter of treating Xiao Ling. Zhang Zhen couldn't help thinking about it.

Ziobai didn't know what Zhang Zhen was thinking, he pondered Qi Yiliao's reply. Since they are not relatives, Xiaoling and Qi Yiliao's mother are either from the same family or from the same village.

Anyway, it must be a place. And great value.

At the auction not long ago, Qi Yiliao was originally leaning on his seat. When the finale product came out, he put down his crossed legs, leaned forward with his upper body, and stared intently. His whole person changed.

Jiao Bai didn't feel anything at the time of the ticket, but now he figured it out, it was the life force bursting out from the rotten bones of a dying person.

Evidence of this can also be found in the white cat.

Although it was still strangled, the lifelessness on it had almost disappeared since Xiao Ling appeared.

Previously, when Zibazania passed through the cemetery, it was speculated that the Qi family had a congenital genetic disease, and the probability of passing it on to males was much higher than that on females. Generally speaking, genetic diseases have a dormant period, and the onset needs an introduction. It does not necessarily occur in a certain year, and it may remain dormant forever. Qi Yiliao's "restraint" is to fight against the disease, or not to give it an introduction.

After Xiao Ling appeared on the stage, Qi Yiliao's series of reactions almost showed that Xiao Ling was very useful to his health.

so,

According to this phenomenon, can it be deduced that the poor mother was used by his father to...

If Qi Yiliao wanted to live longer, wouldn't he want to be with Xiaoling...

"click"

Zizania bit off the potato chip, and half of it went into his mouth, not wanting to stroke it down. He just wants to be active, and he doesn't want to dig deep into the blood of the previous generation of wealthy families.

Besides, he has already been dragged into the same boat by Qi Yiliao, and when Qi Yiliao needs to vent, he should still play the game of secret sharing with him.

Zaobak stuffed Zhang Zhen with the unfinished potato chips, and got up to drink the juice.

He glanced at the study from the corner of his eye.

Qi Yiliao was typing on the computer, the elf was lying on the carpet next to him, with his head next to his slippers.

Ziobai turned around and walked towards the study.

Seemingly sensing a strange atmosphere, the elf woke up immediately. He shrank towards Qi Yiliao's feet, biting his fingers and glaring at the bamboo at the door of the study, as if warning the bad guys who wanted to rob him of his territory.

Zizania sneered and left.

"Xiaobai?" Qi Yiliao called out.

Zaobai kept walking, walking very fast, calling your father, he is dead.

The cat doesn't look at him anymore! Look at that elf!

The white hairy head was tilted in that direction, and the curvature was so wide that the neck was not afraid of breaking off.

Jiao Bai didn't look at Qi Yiliao's profile picture anymore.

So he didn't notice either, the cat glanced at the elf, and then at Zizania. The attention only switched back and forth once, and then returned to Zaobai.

It has been raining for a few days, and Zibazania has been nesting in the hotel for a few days.

During this period, Qi Yiliao and Zhang Zhen went out to do errands. The elf couldn't do without Qi Yiliao, so he took it along with him.

When the rain stopped, the air was still wet enough to wring out water. Ziabab wanted to go out, he was tired of staying, and wanted to change the environment.

Just when he was about to say goodbye to Qi Yiluozhang, a few people came.

The elf was wearing new clothes worn by normal people, with Qi Yiliao's heels stuck to his toes, and no one else looked at him, only Qi Yiliao was in his unstained eyes.

Zaobai and Zhang Zhen stood together, turning their heads to look out the window. There are a lot of trees outside the hotel, even when the weather is fine, I still feel bored.

"Go." Qi Yiliao's gentle voice sounded not far away.

Zibazania didn't look there. In the past few days, he really had a shadow of the elf's hostile eyes, as if his spouse was about to be robbed.

Zhang Zhen next to him made a surprised sound: "Why is he here too?"

Ziobai followed Zhang Zhen's line of sight without knowing why, and he saw Lao Xiao. Ziobac was shocked immediately, how many people are from the research institute? !

Soon, Zia Bai's guess was verified.

Lao Xiao and others took away the elves.

"Third brother, you sent him away?" Zhang Zhen was puzzled.

"Don't send it away, what to do with it." Qi Yiliao closed the door, "The best place for a medicine man is the research institute."

Zhang Zhen thinks about it too.

As for the third brother's attitude towards the elf, and the destination he arranged for him, Zhang Zhen is not curious about whether some secrets of the Qi family are involved, let alone investigate secretly. His responsibility is the personal safety of the third brother.

When Zhang Zhen turned his head, his brother and third brother were not in the living room, and the door of the study was closed.

Zhang Zhen: "..."

What's going on recently, I always feel weird.

"I want to play a game with you, the one I played on the second basement floor." Qi Yiliao called Jiaobai into the study, leaned against the desk, and slightly bowed to talk to him.

Zibai glanced at him: "Let's play."

"Wait." Qi Yiluo pinched the base of his nose twice, "Wait."

Zibania curled her lips: "Okay. Tell me when you're ready."

Qi Yiliao raised his deeply creased eyelids. The young man's lower lip was fleshy, with a small gap in the middle, sometimes obvious, sometimes blurred.

"What's wrong with you these few days? Why are you eating less?" He asked, his voice hoarse and friendly.

Ziobai usually listens to the perverted elder's tone of voice, but now he feels annoyed. The heart-piercing cry of the elf was vaguely heard.

As if it was cruel to take him away from Qi Yiliao, they should be one, and no one can separate them.

"I'm not uncomfortable at all." After Zibai finished speaking, he realized that his tone was wrong, and he was inexplicably rushing, so he slowed down, "I want to go to the bar to drink."

Qi Yiliao's posture changed from leaning against the desk to standing: "Why do you suddenly want to go to the bar and still drink?"

"It's boring." Zia Bai didn't bother to look up at the old pervert.

Qi Yiliao looked down at him for a long time.

Jiao Bai impatiently wanted to leave, Qi Yiliao walked past him and opened the door of the study, "Azhen."

Zhang Zhen responded and went over, and was sent an errand by the third brother.

Take his brother to the bar.

Ziababa has been in this world for almost a year, and it was the first time he went back to the bar, bringing his family with him.

Old Zhang's father wouldn't let him drink and asked for milk for him.

And straws. Little baby drinks.

Zibai was angry, and when he was angry, he sat down in front of the bar by himself, ignoring Zhang Zhen who had been accosted by many people.

"Your brother is really popular." After the bartender tentatively said, seeing that the customer did not refute, he expected that they were still a pair of brothers. He smiled and said, "You are beautiful, pure, and very manly."

Zibania couldn't help but be proud: "That is."

"You're going to have a sister-in-law." The bartender joked.

Jiao Bai's eyes slanted, Zhang Zhen looked like a Tang monk, and there were several men and women around him, rushing to touch him.

Zhang Zhen will not do anything to ordinary people for no reason, he only uses his eyes to cool off.

However, he is the most standard peach blossom eye.

It is not an exaggeration to say that watching the killing of fathers and enemies is full of affection.

"You still don't come to coax me, what are you doing sitting there?" Jiao Bai patted the bar counter with a look of complete arrogance.

Zhang Zhen hurriedly pushed away the people who were smelling of alcohol and perfume and went over: "Come here, come here, I'm coaxing you to come."

That group didn't give up, and there were more people looking this way. The grade of this bar is upper-middle-class, and there are many high-quality prey, but not many. This big beauty tonight is really rare.

Ziobai sneered, spit out the straw in his mouth, and fell into Zhang Zhen's arms.

Zhang Zhen frowned nervously: "What's wrong?"

"I'm dizzy from drinking milk." Seeing that Zhang Zhen was about to help him up, Ziabai's face sank, "Hold him."

Zhang Zhen had no choice but to hug him.

The men and women who wanted to move their minds all retreated after seeing this scene. If you have a master, you will feel a sense of accomplishment when you lift it up, but if it is troublesome, it is better to have fun in time.

Jiao Bai sat up straight, and pulled the collar of Zhang Zhang pillow with a few more red lip marks: "Brother, you are the boss of the Qi family's thugs, that's it?"

Zhang Zhen was embarrassed: "In the past, I always socialized with my third brother, and no one jumped on me."

The occasions I went to were not of this kind, and they all followed the rules.

Ziao Bai rolled her eyes: "Wait for me here."

Zhang Zhen didn't know, so he ordered a glass of ice wine, took a sip and rested for two minutes, his whole body chilled. The bartender tried several times to chat with him, but failed.

Ziobai came back with a stick of lipstick, he hooked Zhang Zhen under the bar, and quickly painted Zhang Zhen's Adam's apple a few times with the lipstick.

"Okay."

When Zhang Zhen sat up, the phone rang, and he leaned close to Jiao Bai's ear and shouted, "I'll go out to answer the third brother's call, don't run around!"

Ziobac waved his hand, and he asked the bartender to have a glass of the bar's best-selling wine.

The bartender came to make a fancy bartender, and when he was done pretending to be aggressive, he pushed the drink over: "You are not brothers."

"You're checking your household registration," Ziobai said coldly.

The bartender choked. Didn't you just chat with him just now, how can you choke on this, it's really temperamental.

While Ziabad was drinking, from time to time someone would come over and attack him flirtatiously.

Even if they are all men, they are all 0.

He also did not understand.

"You are 0.5." When the bartender was not busy, he leaned over and said, "You are the second 0.5 I met."

Zizania inexplicably stamped 0.5 pure 0 Bai: "..."

"The first one is the lead singer of the band at the bar. It's not a coincidence that you came here. He asked for leave today, otherwise you can still see his demeanor, especially the way he sings. His long hair is pulled aside and hangs in the V-neck. In front of the red dress, the hands on the microphone stand are painted with black nail polish, and there is a cigarette between the fingers..." The bartender's expression was not obscene, but pure appreciation, "He is a guy who likes to wear women's clothes Flame Beauty."

Zizania choked on a sip of colorful wine.

0.5 is chili ginger, right? The last time they met in Lanmo Mansion last year, he revealed that he was in Beicheng.

Zibai suppressed his excitement: "That kind of person is very popular in bars."

"Piao Ran." The bartender greeted his colleagues and continued, "He didn't come, otherwise your brother would have been abducted by him."

"There's nothing he can't do in business, as long as he wants to." The bartender smiled ambiguously.

The soundtrack of the bar was changed, it was soft and soft, and the volume of the bamboo shoots also dropped, it seemed very heavy: "Business?"

"Do it." The bartender's good-looking face showed a look of suspicion and depression, "He is very demanding. He looks at his face, his figure, and the money in his pocket. He must meet the three requirements, and he will not do if he fails to meet the standard. .”

Ziobai can imagine Jiang Yan's unrestrained and wanton, living like an iron rose under the scorching sun, invincible.

But at this moment, the tone of the bartender changed slightly, and there was a bit of helpless pity between the lines: "It's also a miserable life. The father of the ticket left a lot of debts to commit suicide, and the mother of the ticket ran away with someone. Raising a mentally handicapped younger brother."

Ziabania sat up slowly with her body pressed against the bar counter.

Daring... Jiang Yan told him the truth in Lanmo Mansion.

At the beginning of the ticket, he gave Jiang Yan two million.

Jiang Yan came out to do business again, and it seemed that it was not enough.

"His band doesn't make money?" Ziobai took a sip of wine.

"What kind of money do you earn? How many of you play music can support your family? It's not just money. He is the one who supports his band." The bartender hurried away after finishing speaking.

Zizania was stunned.

In "Broken Wings", Jiang Yan's line is not very enriched. His existence is the strongest stroke in the whole comic, running through Shen Ji's youth and middle age.

As for Jiang Yan's family background, he didn't mention it. His dream, music, all did not explain.

In the comics, in the first half of the scene, he sent Shen a body, and in the second half, he sent a heart. It only revolves around Shen Ji, and doesn't write about him himself.

Ziobai really didn't expect that Jiang Yan's money from selling himself would be divided into three parts.

One part is to pay off the debt, one part is to take care of the younger brother, and the other part is to support the dream.

Ziobai drank the last bit of wine in the wine glass, but in vain he felt a passionate urge to grab Jiang Yan and ask: Is the body or dreams worth more?

How did Jiang Yan respond? He would probably lean forward and backward laughing, and then lie next to my ear, whispering: "It's all broken."

Ziobai sighed, the alcohol content was a bit high, and it eroded his sanity, how could he have so much emotion in normal times.

There was commotion at the door of the bar.

Ziobac propped his head and glanced, a group of men in suits wearing sunglasses came in and quickly cleared the bar.

In the ancient comics, this level of pretense is nothing but trivial.

I just don't know, where is this poking blood going? Ziobai finished thinking one second, and slid off the high stool the next.

Damn it, dog blood is coming for him, and it's going to be splashed on his head.

The person who carried the poke was Shen Laogou, who produced and sold it himself.

Shen Ji hangs one arm, his face has lost a lot of weight, the stubble on his chin hasn't been cleaned up, the marks left between his brows at the age of thirty-eight are heavier than before he came here. He stood at the door, looking at Zibazania with a cold, even resentful gaze.

There was another commotion outside, this time it was Zhang Zhen, who threw off Chen Yiming who was trying to stop him, and rushed in with a gun.

Zizania walked towards the door.

Shen Ji raised his hand, and his subordinates fought with Zhang Zhen.

Ziababa's walking turned into running, Shen Ji hugged him with one hand, let him pinch and curse, but he didn't let go, his arms like iron clamps wrapped around him.

Shen Ji's injured hand was pulled and broken, and he knocked Ziobac unconscious without changing his face.

Only after that did he exhale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and blood was already appearing on the gauze.

The car encountered a mudslide on the way here, not only did he hurt his hand, but he was also blocked in the countryside, which was delayed for a few days, otherwise he would have put a small tag on the puppy in Nancheng by now.

It was customized after he smashed the Lanmo Mansion in Xicheng.

A small gold medal with the word "Shen" engraved on it.

Shen Ji walked out with the puppy in his arms, the sound of the bullet being loaded sounded behind him, he kept walking, dismissive.

A bullet hit the front of his foot, almost scratching his leather shoe.

"Let go of my brother!" Zhang Zhen raised his gun and approached, his cheekbones were bruised, the corners of his mouth were broken, and the group of bodyguards who fought him hadn't gotten up yet.

Shen Ji's face was cold: "Xiao Zhang, you pointed your gun at me, have you thought about the consequences? Your master didn't teach you to think twice before doing things?"

Zhang Zhen's eyes were determined: "As long as I still have breath, you don't want to take him away."

Shen Ji heard the funny words: "I will take my wife away, it is reasonable and legal."

Zhang Zhen frowned: "You have been divorced a long time ago."

"I said I never left, so I never left." Shen Ji's powerful aura spread out, aloof, arrogant and cold.

Zhang Zhen is not eloquent. He wants to feed Shen Ji a gun right now, but obviously he can't be so impulsive. He is from the Qi family, but he is not from the Qi family.

It's still necessary for the third brother to come forward.

Zhang Zhen asked for a long time: "You have the final say on marriage, and you have final say on divorce. At the end of last year, the old lady even exchanged him for Young Master Shen, which caused him to almost die in the deep sea. Do you think your Shen family still wants to marry him?" go?"

"You don't want to stay in the old house, you can choose the real estate as much as you want." Shen put the child in his arms, dragging the puppy in front of him with one hand.

Zhang Zhen's hand holding the gun was stiff: "You don't like him, why don't you let him go?"

Shen Ji sneered: "I don't like him?"

The next moment, Shen Ji shouted outside the bar, "Chen Yiming, tell me."

Chen Yiming really wanted to stay invisible, so he dawdled into the bar, looking at Zhang Zhen with extremely serious eyes: "The chairman is really moved by Young Master Bai."

Zhang Zhen doesn't believe a word, especially if there is one, but what kind of liking, he has never talked about feelings, he knows that liking is not like this, it should not be hurt.

"What about the group of people raised?" Zhang Zhen shot back.

Chen Yiming said, "Two different things."

"Two different things?" Zhang Zhen showed his white teeth, his peach eyes were full of sarcasm, "You go to the street and ask anyone, is it two different things?"

Chen Yiming wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his brow. He was fine with Zhang Zhen, but the chairman's feelings were indeed untenable.

Besides, he didn't want the chairman to take away Ziababa at all.

The chairman's backyard is messy enough.

"Mr Shen, look, your most capable assistant can't answer." Zhang Zhen said, "Your liking is just your personal idea. move."

This is Zhang Zhen's best eloquence ever, and he is delaying the third brother.

How could Shen Ji fail to see Zhang Zhen's calculations, his indifferent expression changed slightly: "Your third brother can't come."

Zhang Zhen's breathing stagnates: "You did something to my third brother?"

Shen Ji didn't have the embarrassment of being exposed at all, and he didn't feel guilty about laying an ambush to his old friends who had been with him for many years: "He doesn't have feelings for my people, how can I..."

The following words were interrupted by an exclamation.

"Qi...Qi Dong..."

Chen Yiming at the door didn't act like a ghost when he saw the person coming. The person sent by the chairman wasn't trying to kill Qi Dong, but just wanted to drag him down so that he could take away Jiaobai.

The collapse of the Qi family will do a lot of harm to the Shen family, but not any benefit.

The chairman is a person who can weigh the pros and cons and will not make such a mistake.

The reason why Chen Yiming was surprised was because Qi Dong was carrying a cold noodle, which was too garlicky and smelt his nose.

Qi Yiluo is here.

Unlike Shen Ji who brought a group of people, Qi Yiliao came alone, and his only person was Zhang Zhen who was always present.

There was no ups and downs on Shen Ji's face: "It's fine if you come. I'll take him away, and this matter will be over."

"Old Shen, you have mistaken your essence." Qi Yiluo said indifferently, "I never restrained him."

Qi Yiluo looked at the young man lying on Shen Ji's shoulder with his eyes closed: "Going or staying is always his own will."

Shen Ji felt as if someone had slapped his face, his eyes were frozen.

"I'm an adult, I can be responsible for my own words and deeds," Qi Yiluo sighed, "Azhen, go and wake Xiaobai up."

Before Zhang Zhen could take a step, Shen Ji glanced over, and all his men aimed their guns at Qi Yiliao.

Shen sent this order to reveal a little bit.

That is - he knew very well in his heart that the person he was hugging repulsed and hated him, and it was absolutely impossible to go with him.

But he still made up his mind to take him away, by force.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to. After a period of time, you will gradually become willing. He has plenty of time.

So people cannot wake up at this time.

Shen Ji dragged the man in his arms more forcefully: "Ah Liao, I will take him away directly."

Qi Yiliao put his fingers together, twirled his eyebrows, and said in embarrassment: "I'm afraid it won't work."

The atmosphere is tense.

Nanshen and Xiqi have been friends for many years, and this is the first time such a battle has occurred.

Shen Ji smiled angrily and was extremely disappointed. Fortunately, he thought about his old friend on the way here, thinking that the other party was just a novelty for a while, and felt that he had found a satisfactory book boy, so how much more serious could he be.

The current situation is undoubtedly a mockery of his self-righteousness. The smile on Shen Ji's face disappeared little by little: "Ah Liao, do you really want to fight against me for such a thing?"

Qi Yiliao shook his head.

"Then what are you stopping?" Shen Ji's voice was cold.

Qi Yiliao walked towards Shen Ji under a pile of gunpoints, he walked around, stood behind Shen Ji, and touched the person lying on the other side's neck: "This kid calls me third brother, I will take the responsibility .”

After finishing speaking, Qi Yiliao also pushed the bamboo shoots facing Shen Ji's neck to the other side.

Shen Ji's face was as cold as ice: "Why don't I let it go?"

Qi Yiluo laughed helplessly, and lowered his volume: "Old Shen, you can't beat me even if your arm isn't injured, let alone you still have one crippled now."

As soon as these words came out, the air flow froze.

The bodyguards of the Shen family didn't hear clearly, but Chen Yiming and Zhang Zhen, who were close by, listened to every word thoroughly.

Chen Yiming looked at the floor. Zhang Zhen snorted.

After that, the two of them took two steps back at the same time, and retreated outside the door. Don't listen to the master's secret.

Seeing what they did, the whole Shen family quickly withdrew.

The atmosphere is still deadlocked.

Shen Ji's expression was extremely frightening. He didn't give the order to shoot, but he responded with the same volume to his old friend: "You know I've fallen, but you still get involved."

"Are you okay, Ah Liao." Shen sent all the words to mock, "You don't even have the basic functions of a man, so why join in the fun?"

Qi Yiluo lowered his eyes for a while, smiled, and shouted outside: "A Zhen, come in and take the noodles away."

Zhang Zhen walked in quickly, he took the cold noodles and left.

"After the phone call that day, I asked him if he would go with you. Guess what he said?" Qi Yiluo unbuttoned his shirt. The panting of chains.

When Shen Ji heard his old friend mention this matter, he thought that he deliberately put the call on the outside, and his facial muscles twitched.

Before Shen Ji could speak, a recording was streamed from Qi Yiliao's cell phone.

"Then let me put it another way, don't go with Lao Shen?"

Two seconds later, there was a reply, mixed with the vague sound of sucking food, all in one go.

"I think he is old enough to be my dad, and Xiaoqing can go around the old cucumber in Nancheng to take a picture. Is there a bunch of people who have eaten it and there are still a lot of people waiting to eat? I'll go with him?"

The recording ended, and the surroundings were dead silent.

Shen Ji's chest seemed to be cut open, and a kindling was thrown in, which instantly spread into a raging fire, burning his internal organs with scorching pain. He squeezed the little dog in his arms that was pouring oil on his heart, and turned towards The old friend kicked over.

Qi Yiluo kicked Shen Ji away, twice as hard as him.

Shen Ji was kicked back.

The next moment, a terrifying gust of wind hit his knees, and he swayed to avoid it, breathing heavily: "Don't you think it's ridiculous that we fought over a small thing?"

He was answered with a fist that nearly split his temple.

The collar of Qi Yiliao's shirt, which is always buttoned to the top, is slightly open, and a thin rope hangs out vaguely, which is wrapped around something.

He buckled the gun that Shen Ji was holding up to him, and put his fingers together to block the muzzle of the gun.

Ruya's face was a little distorted, her eyes were all red, and she looked like a different person, exuding a musty smell of prey.

Like a flesh and blood corpse that has been placed for a long time, it is being resurrected inch by inch.

"Is it ridiculous?" Qi Yiluo hooked his lips meaningfully, he suddenly reached out, pinched the ear of the young man who was still lying on Shen Ji's shoulder, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

"Xiaobai, good boy, don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up, you answer."